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I Spy, Costco Edition

“What are we going to do with two huge jars of olives?” demanded my husband, Forehead, as I put them in the cart.

“Eat them, of course. Besides you’re the one who took up all the fridge space with your vat of pickles two months ago. And don’t even get me started on the minced garlic.”

We bickered up and down the aisle with the coffee and turned the corner (“well if we have all those olives I’m making Cuban picadillo tonight”) to the aisle with all the boxed breakfast mixes.

And then we saw this on the storage shelf above our heads:

It almost looks like a Wellie Wishers display with the flowers and vine designs on the side. A good friend suggested that it might be a display holder for gift cards and I dearly hope that’s the case–I’m down to my last Costco card, and I desperately need more.

I wouldn’t say no to a Wellie Wishers discount pack either. Looks like I’ll be obsessively stalking my Costco even more often than I normally do.

I couldn’t climb up to get a better view, I knew the cart would roll out from under me if I tried to use it as a stepladder and Forehead refused to lift me up to try and figure out what it is for sure.